Category Archives: Light hearted

Tea Time in the Okay Corral

Tea time in the Okay Corral

Grab for the mug,
the first one to the hot water spigot
for the day is the winner.

Take it steaming
dark, rich brown
honey is for wussies.
Cream is obscene.

Fire: Earl Grey
Shoot back: Lipton
Orange pekoe, cowpoke!
Lapsong suchong
ginseng
peppermint
oolong

looseleaf
bagged and tagged
steeped and strained
try it again

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A Secret Place

An older poem but fitting for summertime

A Secret Place

Secrets grow here along the fence rows
at the edge of our small town.
Where all the interesting plants come
to congregate, settle themselves down.

Sassafras jostles with hedge-apples,
milkweed twines with briary blackberry vines,
maple saplings wrestle with oak.

And all the wee folk play hide and seek
with black-eyed Susan’s and run away
brandishing Queen Anne’s lace;
while Bachelor buttons corner shy violets.

A secret place: to climb unobserved, unseen
and sway one with the wind.
A mulberry bends under my small weight
—its fruit to taste: the secret place.

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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Faith by Chocolate

Faith by Chocolate

Choosing and chocolate start
with the same three letters.
At a single cursory glance
by chance, while I drive
I read the title in your hand
as “Chocolate Faith”,
I think
desserts, something beyond
bland milky chocolate to
Dark aromatic cacao:
those little foil wrapped treasures
you can’t wait to tear into
the delectable individual promises,
hopes, blessings:
a rich dessert, multi-layered,
a blend of “joy in the morning”
with “dark night of the soul”
a complete, complex bittersweet whole.
The mouth feel, the pleasurable melting
of life into Life.
Addictive “holy-ness”

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Ducks take the Right-of-Way

Ducks take the Right-of-Way

Pause in your self-absorbed stride—
there is more alive than just you:
a dozen ducklings waddle into view
struggling to stay in a straight line
right behind their matriarch
She knows where she is headed
a definite direction in mind
from pond to hiding place in the brush
nothing will deter her or get in her way.
Not looking back she loses not one
fuzzy ball.

What were you going to do after all
in such a hurry? Such single-minded flurry?
Scurrying into what destination?
Look up into a blue sky, pink petals
floating by fall from a flowering crab tree
into the midst of your awareness.
Spring into reflection,
re-creation of your priorities.
This is a day the Lord has made.
For one minute— stop. Rejoice in it.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Creep, Crawl, Cruise

Jeepers, Creepers!

Up on hands and knees, it’s a kick
rock the body back and forth
work on momentum
push with the hands and—
slide backward.
Push again, move the legs
and watch life recede.

Must work on this trick.
Rock faster, now pull,
grab the carpet with all ten fingers
and yowl, face first and down
for a count.

Never give up, baby.
It is time to crawl, to creep.
Try knee and hand coordination
and now — off, no stopping
the world in progress, got it made.
Fast and faster
here ‘m coming.

Laugh, raise a hand
in salutation.
You’re the man, the woman
of the day
and now you tell me
its time to walk?
We’ve got to talk!

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Dress-Up

Dress-up at Grandma’s

Dress up
grandma’s cedar chest
hats, gloves, scarves
an old fur stole
beaded sweaters
a string of yellowed pearls
the girls all line up in finery
before an oval mirror.
They curtsey to themselves
giggle, pantomime a cup of tea
the application of make-up.
Stand tall in ruby high-heeled slippers
and black patent leather pumps.
Dive for further treasures
deeper in the wooden box
and time itself stands briefly still
while they’re all in a hurry
to grow themselves up.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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A Quilting Bee

A Quilting Bee

Grace hums to herself
as she riffles through a compilation of saintly
scrap bag lives for the pieces
to form a queen-sized quilt—
a collection of darks and lights,
striped days of earthly sorrow
intermingled with touches of heaven.

Joy fingers her medley of floral’s,
primary brights, fuchsias, aquas,
neon yellows—
summers triangles,
springs pastel rectangles
shares freely with an open hand

Mercy mends her tear-stained blocks
with appliques of Bethlehem stars,
covers over fields of somber November hues,
midnight blues despair with the help
of Hope’s skillful embroidery.
She picks through Joy’s offerings
to accent each completed square.

Faith’s invisible seams hold together
a count of fabricated days.
Patience assembles the quilt
stretches it within a frame—
Peace passes out the thread.
Each lady dons thimble, needle,
bows her head to studied toil…
Adds their own special flourishes
and embellishments with artistic flair.

To complete the work Charity
takes strips of scarlet binding
formed from Christ’s wounded heart
and encases the frayed edges
of mortal existence
The imperishable covers the perishable
with life everlasting (amen).

The quilt becomes a token of bridal love,
as heaven prepares for a wedding in the Hall of the King

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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